swearing!

Sid said 'why the hell did i get hurt...'.. and I promptly said no swearing. Sid asks what do you mean 'swearing'? and the 3 year old pipes up 'it mean no saying rubbish things.. mean bad things.. mean like blood and all'. Right, now who wants to take up raising them? I'd like a show of hands please...

Sid's questions for the day. The growing years?

Ma, do people look cuter or uglier when they get older?

Ma, have you ever told a lie?

Ma, why do I have to go to school (notice the recurring theme here).

Lament

Me: Oh my god, Sid, your uniform isn't pressed for tomorrow.

Jay: Amma, are you ok?

Me: Yes, I'm ok Jay. Why you asking?

Sid: He's asking because he thinks you're exhausted. Are you?

Me: Yes I am, there's so much work to do.

Sid: Amma, we are both very unlucky. Tchh..tch.

Me: Why?

Sid: Me, because I have to go to school. You, because you have so much work.

A yummies story

Sid had tuck shop at school recently. You know, one of those things where parents lose some money to the kids and they get to buy all the snacks at school we've been avoiding at home. Well, at least they get to handle money and do some math.

So Sid bought some, ate some. But then he bought some tiny packets of yummies and stashed them in his bag for 'later'. For when he could eat in peace. He gets off the van near home and starts walking and eating. Now we always some specimens of the bovine variety hanging around our streets and one such, quite a biiiiiiig one, as described by Sid, was right in the middle of the road. Normally this wouldn't phase an Indian one bit. But Sid is barely 9 and I understand his consternation when he says the cow started coming at him 'for the yummies'. He tried dodging but it kept blocking the road and was, yes, gunning for the yummies. If you know yummies, you know they're fried snacks, those crunchy, spicy ones, hardly manna to a cow's palate.

Anyway, Sid ws now unnerved and when he saw two men walking past he asked "Uncle, can you please help me"? The two men just laughed and walked away. So not having learnt how to fend off attacks by cows ravenous for yummies at school, he did what he could. Threw the two opened packets on the road and scrambled for the gate.

Soon as he was in the door, he offered to show an unbelieving me the size of the cow and the two now empty packets lying on the street. But I was more perturbed about the two men who had just laughed off his request for help. What are we adults coming to?